Jill:
So our story now my friends, it is coming to an end
Though a few things still remain to tidy up
The time that follows is quite hard, but we’re going to skip that part
And a few years down the line pick our tale up

Raven’s carnival is here, he spends all of his time there
While Lloyd is aimless pondering what to do
The temple where Asha had been will try to heal her once again
And as for Michael, he’s embraced his life anew…

…

Michael:
I was quite clear thosе toys had better be pickеd up before you even think about getting that snack. Do not g... Do not give me the cute eyes little money child… I swear you have me wrapped around your little fing… oh that's the door. Lloyd!

Lloyd:
Michael! It's wonderful to see you

Michael:
You're a sight for sore eyes. It's been some years

Lloyd:
It has been a few years

Michael:
I hope the journey wasn't too hard
Lloyd:
It is difficult

Michael:
I'm nervous about taking Son Mi. Son, say hello to your uncle Lloyd

Lloyd:
Well hello there. You are a wonderful little girl. Look how big you are

Michael:
I thought Isabela was dead wrong not to tell David about his daughter

Lloyd:
He’s… spiraling. I think having her in his life, even in a small capacity could really help ground him. And she’s old even to make the journey

Michael:
I still think it's a bit dangerous, I'm not entirely comfortable. But… it's just the two of us here for years now, and.. my own childhood was pretty lonely. I think she could use some extended family

Lloyd:
We’ll both accompany her. I'm sure it’ll be fine

…

Jill:
But alas the journey home will not go quite as they hoped
There are things out there quite dangerous I must say
Lloyd is killed and Michael harmed, he believes his daughter gone
But into a strange new narrative, she strays
And Lloyd’s soul, I tell you all, was caught and placed into a doll
Where for decades in frustration there he stays
And Michael howls in grief, for Lloyd and for little Son Mi
We will catch back up to them again one day

Sometimes I dream magazines, smiling starlets
Glamour and haze how they wave from days that are now long since swept
Dazzle and shine, lost lives once upon a memory
Till sad old ladies alone in a dark home is all that is left

Sometimes I dream magazines, smiling starlets

Marjolein:
Glamour and haze how they wave from days that are now long since swept

Jill & Marjolein:
Sparkle and shine, lost lives once upon a memory
Till sad old ladies alone in a dark home is all that is left